Why Do It?

I tell you "you're too young" You tell me "I don't care" I tell you "my feelings are unsung" You tell me "it's my life to spare." I try to say its not the way But everything I say gets shot down. You tell me you don't want me to fray Because I look like just a "clown." I know it's all bad And I'm sure you do too. I know that you're going to turn into a cad And it'll be something you rue.

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